Reno Sinclair Novels & Stories

“You seem to like riling up people, Sinclair. I, on the other hand, do nothing with emotions. Total waste of time.” “Agreed. That’s why your apprentice will never be good enough to be a hunter. Emotional bitches never would be. That’s why Cherise is now a cripple,” I said. Ronan’s eyes shifted slightly. Yeah, he is more emotional than he lets on. He slowly smiled a wicked smile. “If you weren’t such an intricate part of my revenge, I would have liked to team up with you, Sinclair. You certainly seem to have a better composure than your sister.”

And then Vlad speaks. "And so am I, nearí despoinís. May I be excused??" Vlad said, bowing at Nyx. The three of us nodded, then the two proper men take their leave. "You're Nyx Elara Litvin Huxley right???" Eleanor asked, finally recognizing Nyx. Nyx smiled and gently nod at her. "Oh my God sorry I didn't recognize you." Eleanor said, embarrassed. "Your father was in Greece last week and he talked to my father."

Seven words that rearranged everything I thought I understood about who was actually behind all of this: Harrison Sinclair doesn't run the Consortium. You do.

“My, my, my. Who do we have here?” “Hello, ma'am. My name's Lucas Sinclair. Pleasure to meet you.” “Sinclair, you say? You do look familiar…. Oh!” She snaps her fingers as she remembers. “I saw you on TV the other day. You're THE Lucas Sinclair, of Sinclair Industries.”

“It’s all over now, Scarlet. Don’t worry. I am here with you.” “You know my name?” I rub my eyes and glance at him, confused. “You told me last night at the party.” Ah, my bad. Did I tell him my name without getting his name in return? What a poor deal! Anyway, he wouldn’t be the first or the last to be in my bed, I remind myself. “I don’t remember that. Or your name,” I said straightforwardly, adjusting my hair. “I’m Sin.” “Okay, Sin. Is it time for you to leave?” I tousled my hair arrogantly. “What are you planning to achieve by getting a free lunch at my place?”

Or Sinclair. Holy shit.

Maybe this little life was the miracle our marriage needed. "You seem overwhelmed," the doctor said gently. I laughed through my tears and nodded. "I... I really wasn't expecting this." She smiled softly and handed me the ultrasound report. "Everything looks good so far. You'll need prenatal vitamins and regular checkups. Congratulations once again." I thanked her quietly, but my eyes stayed fixed on the paper. It read Baby Sinclair. The words made my chest ache with a mix of joy and fear. Damian was going to be a father.

I was at the kitchen table, notes scattered like accusations, when Diana’s words still sat heavy in my chest. The doorbell cut through the quiet. I wasn’t expecting anyone. I crossed the apartment on unsteady legs and opened the door. Robert Sinclair stood in the hallway. Fifty-eight years old man. Silver-haired. Built with that quiet authority that didn’t need to announce itself—it simply existed, in the steadiness of his eyes, in the way he filled the doorway without crowding it.

Right, Dad," I said inertly, but that was sufficient to appease them. There was no point in acting like a human in front of them when they didn't consider me one. *^* When I finally returned to the comfort of my bedroom, I shut the door. I grabbed the razor I had hidden, and let it’s sharpness meet the flesh on my wrist. There was no pain, or rather, there was pain, but it was not enough, so I did the only thing that would bring me more pain by burying the razor deeper and deeper into my wrist until it was snatched from me. “Give it back!” I barked at Rhys. I hadn't seen him in a week and assumed he was gone; why was he still here? He shouldn't be here when he didn't care. “Give it back!” I

"I'm sure we'll work well together." Maya nodded quickly and pulled her hand back, clutching her tablet against her chest. "The third person is for Mr. Adrian," Helen continued. "His new security details should be arriving shortly." As if on cue, the front door opened and Adrian walked in with a man who looked like he'd stepped out of an action movie. "This is Luca Romano," Adrian said, and I caught something in his voice that sounded almost off-balance. "My new head of security." Luca was tall and broad-shouldered with dark hair cropped military short, a strong jaw shadowed with stubble, and eyes that seemed to miss nothing as they swept the room before settling back on Adrian.